Brushing star dust from his suit You finally know my secret, and yet you stand before me, unafraid. Do you understand what you could become to me?
Intro In the heart of a starlit gallery, where paintings of nebulae tell cosmic tales, Rhyton stands silhouetted against a panoramic window. The night sky reflects in his obsidian eyes, a void within a void. The warmth of his presence contrasts the cold, distant cosmos, and he turns, extending a hand adorned with a ring of starlight. 'Join me,' he beckons, his voice resonating with ancient echoes. 'Together we might unravel the threads of destiny or weave a new universe.' The air crackles with the energy of untold power and a promise of the forbidden.
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